Transpocalypse Now!
Yeah, yeah, I know terrible clichéd title, but someone was gonna do it weren’t they?
But before I kick off with a few comments on the evening, a couple of firsts for me today. Installed Skype and had my first conversation via Skype chat with a colleague – OK so no different to YIM. Have already decided this is going to be restricted to work colleagues otherwise nothing will get done!
And secondly, for those of you with children or unsuspecting wives, I just had the idea of copying a blog entry into Word and closing the browser. I mean, who is interested in someone reading a word document whereas, taking Becky’s blog for instance, a few choice pictures does tend to give the game away. Don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier, but usually I can wait if the children are floating around. Suppose I was more than a bit curious to read about other people’s thoughts on the evening. Ah well, there you go…
You know, a common theme that comes up with trannies is this time/black hole theory. But I have to say it really makes no difference where Rachel is concerned. She always runs late and the same goes for the alter-ego. End up panicing, get there a few minutes late if luck is running my way. On the other hand take Jo, she’s always compulsively early, can’t help it, in her genes – so come on folks let’s just own up!
So it’s no surprise I left home running about 4 hours behind schedule. Out the window went the shopping in Birmingham, just glad to make it to Vanessa’s (no link, she’s not a blogger yet) - with enough time to make Birmingham. After, that is, meeting Vanessa’s Mum and eldest sister for the first time.
As we left I had to smile as both of them winced at the heels on Vanessa’s boots. I’m sure there’s a whole blog that could be devoted to the questionable practice of wearing 3”+ heels – another time maybe.
The trip to Birmingham from Melton took under an hour, but we sure could’ve done with Jo’s sat nav, coz within half a mile of the Ibis it all went pear-shaped. There was I cursing the fact that I’d forgotten my reading specs (still railing against and not accepting the inevitability of maturity) so couldn’t read the darn map. But Vanessa got us there in the end – turns out I’d had the map mentally the wrong way round so all “rights” were left… Going to stop digging now.
Got to the Ibis about 5pm, and booked in. Have to say the room was a little cosy (OK, small) and it was a little disappointing not to find a mini bar as I was hoping to stick the champagne in for a while – not to worry, it had travelled in the boot so it was drinkable.
Now we get to the time thingy again. Vanessa didn’t have to prepare much, just a bit of re-touching and a change of outfit. Whereas Rachel should have known better, but instead of getting on with it she made sure the champagne got the attention it deserved.
Never mind we weren’t too late down to the Milano Bar were we girls? Have to say the mirrors and lighting in the en-suite were the best I’ve come across in my trannie travels, no mistake. Anyway, we had time for a drink with the other girls before moving over the road to the Chung Ying restaurant.
Unlike some of the others I wasn’t aware of any muggle attention as we crossed the street, but I think we amused a group of men in front of us in the restaurant queue – bless ‘em.
I dare say some of the group may have been a bit disappointed at being shown upstairs away from the gaze of passing trade, but it made no difference to a delicious meal and lively debate and conversation. For my part it may have been a bit too lively (sorry, Gemma, did I get a bit belligerent at one point). I really should listen to my wife’s warnings about me and wine, apparently I can get loud and argumentative – on second thoughts I’m sure there’s nothing in it.
Oh, and Becky and I had an interesting conversation about partner’s attitudes, but discretion prevents me from saying too much. And yes I did listen very carefully Becky, made notes, wrote a book and Jane can have an option on the publishing rights at the right price, of course.
Right now I’m kicking myself for not remembering Iain’s girlfriend’s name (ah, Kim), because I did enjoy earwigging on her conversations with Miss K in the Milano (according to Miss K's blog I actually joined in. OK, if you say so hon). At the restaurant, like others, I was too involved in the conversations close to hand to think of moving around. Still, a very good reason for holding another evening, which I’m sure Becky already has in hand.
If there is one person there that so totally looked different from her pictures on the Net it has to be Clarissa – I honestly didn’t recognise her, but unfortunately I don’t think I got my point across very well when I said hello, because she looked very taken aback, and I think I dug a bit of a hole – sorry if it came out the wrong way Clarissa, and for the record you looked stunning.
Oh, and not forgetting Charlotte (not Jane’s friend). I had to tell her how dignified I thought she was when faced with an assault from Grayson Perry in an interview that formed part of a documentary shown earlier this year. Perry’s attitude was so rude and Charlotte’s patience by contrast really showed him up! Never mind that so many girls in the Yahoo groups missed the whole point - think I’ll leave it there, but if you think I can be a bit of a terrier Gemma try thinking rottweiler. Good to get these thing off one’s chest…
That was while we were waiting for folk in China Sq after the meal – in the end charlotte showed me, Vanessa and Steph’s wife the way to Nighingales.
As nightclubs go I thought it was a good choice, the music wasn’t loud enough to drown all verbal communication, and it obviously wasn’t a problem for Siobhan, but then I understand she was putting her tongue to other uses…
Hi to Jessica, yes we did say hello, and to Sophie, Angela and April who I missed and Becca's boobs, sorry I meant Becca who has nice boobs.
Hello to Michelle who probably doesn’t read blogs, your description of “Hinge and Brackett” was very accurate. And Gary (of such tender years, 21 I think he said) for being so touchy/feely in a nice way, but staying within the realms of decency so as not to tarnish a girl’s reputation.
And hi to Hanna (of "anonymous" fame) who does read blogs - thank god for online communities as trying to stay in touch with folk scattered all over the UK just wouldn't work, would it? Oh and Amanda who I only said "Hello/Goodbye" to.
What I love about these blogs is being able to catch up with what others got upto - even if only in the case of the fictional affairs of "Siobhan and the arab" - we did all agree to say it was fictional, didn't we?
Thanks to all you girls and Iain for making it such a brilliant evening.
And if there's anyone I've missed or haven't linked to, a plain request will be fine for a mention or link, no need for solicitor's letters.
But before I kick off with a few comments on the evening, a couple of firsts for me today. Installed Skype and had my first conversation via Skype chat with a colleague – OK so no different to YIM. Have already decided this is going to be restricted to work colleagues otherwise nothing will get done!
And secondly, for those of you with children or unsuspecting wives, I just had the idea of copying a blog entry into Word and closing the browser. I mean, who is interested in someone reading a word document whereas, taking Becky’s blog for instance, a few choice pictures does tend to give the game away. Don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier, but usually I can wait if the children are floating around. Suppose I was more than a bit curious to read about other people’s thoughts on the evening. Ah well, there you go…
You know, a common theme that comes up with trannies is this time/black hole theory. But I have to say it really makes no difference where Rachel is concerned. She always runs late and the same goes for the alter-ego. End up panicing, get there a few minutes late if luck is running my way. On the other hand take Jo, she’s always compulsively early, can’t help it, in her genes – so come on folks let’s just own up!
So it’s no surprise I left home running about 4 hours behind schedule. Out the window went the shopping in Birmingham, just glad to make it to Vanessa’s (no link, she’s not a blogger yet) - with enough time to make Birmingham. After, that is, meeting Vanessa’s Mum and eldest sister for the first time.
As we left I had to smile as both of them winced at the heels on Vanessa’s boots. I’m sure there’s a whole blog that could be devoted to the questionable practice of wearing 3”+ heels – another time maybe.
The trip to Birmingham from Melton took under an hour, but we sure could’ve done with Jo’s sat nav, coz within half a mile of the Ibis it all went pear-shaped. There was I cursing the fact that I’d forgotten my reading specs (still railing against and not accepting the inevitability of maturity) so couldn’t read the darn map. But Vanessa got us there in the end – turns out I’d had the map mentally the wrong way round so all “rights” were left… Going to stop digging now.
Got to the Ibis about 5pm, and booked in. Have to say the room was a little cosy (OK, small) and it was a little disappointing not to find a mini bar as I was hoping to stick the champagne in for a while – not to worry, it had travelled in the boot so it was drinkable.
Now we get to the time thingy again. Vanessa didn’t have to prepare much, just a bit of re-touching and a change of outfit. Whereas Rachel should have known better, but instead of getting on with it she made sure the champagne got the attention it deserved.
Never mind we weren’t too late down to the Milano Bar were we girls? Have to say the mirrors and lighting in the en-suite were the best I’ve come across in my trannie travels, no mistake. Anyway, we had time for a drink with the other girls before moving over the road to the Chung Ying restaurant.
Unlike some of the others I wasn’t aware of any muggle attention as we crossed the street, but I think we amused a group of men in front of us in the restaurant queue – bless ‘em.
I dare say some of the group may have been a bit disappointed at being shown upstairs away from the gaze of passing trade, but it made no difference to a delicious meal and lively debate and conversation. For my part it may have been a bit too lively (sorry, Gemma, did I get a bit belligerent at one point). I really should listen to my wife’s warnings about me and wine, apparently I can get loud and argumentative – on second thoughts I’m sure there’s nothing in it.
Oh, and Becky and I had an interesting conversation about partner’s attitudes, but discretion prevents me from saying too much. And yes I did listen very carefully Becky, made notes, wrote a book and Jane can have an option on the publishing rights at the right price, of course.
Right now I’m kicking myself for not remembering Iain’s girlfriend’s name (ah, Kim), because I did enjoy earwigging on her conversations with Miss K in the Milano (according to Miss K's blog I actually joined in. OK, if you say so hon). At the restaurant, like others, I was too involved in the conversations close to hand to think of moving around. Still, a very good reason for holding another evening, which I’m sure Becky already has in hand.
If there is one person there that so totally looked different from her pictures on the Net it has to be Clarissa – I honestly didn’t recognise her, but unfortunately I don’t think I got my point across very well when I said hello, because she looked very taken aback, and I think I dug a bit of a hole – sorry if it came out the wrong way Clarissa, and for the record you looked stunning.
Oh, and not forgetting Charlotte (not Jane’s friend). I had to tell her how dignified I thought she was when faced with an assault from Grayson Perry in an interview that formed part of a documentary shown earlier this year. Perry’s attitude was so rude and Charlotte’s patience by contrast really showed him up! Never mind that so many girls in the Yahoo groups missed the whole point - think I’ll leave it there, but if you think I can be a bit of a terrier Gemma try thinking rottweiler. Good to get these thing off one’s chest…
That was while we were waiting for folk in China Sq after the meal – in the end charlotte showed me, Vanessa and Steph’s wife the way to Nighingales.
As nightclubs go I thought it was a good choice, the music wasn’t loud enough to drown all verbal communication, and it obviously wasn’t a problem for Siobhan, but then I understand she was putting her tongue to other uses…
Hi to Jessica, yes we did say hello, and to Sophie, Angela and April who I missed and Becca's boobs, sorry I meant Becca who has nice boobs.
Hello to Michelle who probably doesn’t read blogs, your description of “Hinge and Brackett” was very accurate. And Gary (of such tender years, 21 I think he said) for being so touchy/feely in a nice way, but staying within the realms of decency so as not to tarnish a girl’s reputation.
And hi to Hanna (of "anonymous" fame) who does read blogs - thank god for online communities as trying to stay in touch with folk scattered all over the UK just wouldn't work, would it? Oh and Amanda who I only said "Hello/Goodbye" to.
What I love about these blogs is being able to catch up with what others got upto - even if only in the case of the fictional affairs of "Siobhan and the arab" - we did all agree to say it was fictional, didn't we?
Thanks to all you girls and Iain for making it such a brilliant evening.
And if there's anyone I've missed or haven't linked to, a plain request will be fine for a mention or link, no need for solicitor's letters.
